Not The Rockefellers

from where you stand look me in the eye watch my smile twitch and lift your heart  you saw it, didn't you? you should know me there's nothing up my sleeve you're inventing the magic the mistress the pregnant virgin the ill maiden the lover's apprentice the artist just believe what you see and whatever you say i am ,  as  i've always been in your mind,   for you Rene Foran ~ March 2011 for Magpie Tales

The River Irwell ~ R..A. D Stainforth no one ever asked me why not that i'd tell them but you would think along with all of the curiosity there'd be a need for definitive answers really it's not everyday you run into  a woman covered in mud like it or not there I am in the coffee shop at the crosswalk in the last pew on the left with you always watching you all wonder as you go along your way where does the fault lie? when did the dam break? i'm reinvented by main street every single day some touch on the truth some make me giggle into my soup and my crackers some give me money which, while i am thankful, i do not need some talk with me oh so politely like all of this is perfectly normal as i awkwardly avalanche down the front of my coat i give them the show shuffling off singing where  oh where does the fault lie? only the river the river knows why only the river your lover and i Rene ~ May 2012 ~ The Mag

le toits rouges ~ marc chagall 1953-54 it's an endless space that blessed place of nails and prophecy where an angry bridegroom mourns a bride he never knew where a lost soul wanders and jingles a beggar's purse sized heart where kisses soothe like wine or sting like fire ants where a mother holds her son singing safe tonight it's an endless space that blessed place of nails and prophecy where the moon passes over red roofs bright rene ~ April 2013 for The Mag

a reputation on trial dirt from the offending transgression under many pointed fingernails yet this sin was her name her sin alone they summoned him to begin the breaking of a body to dust locked and loaded they waited comfortably blind to a fault he held up a stick as he listened to testimonials solid as stone towers silently picking away at their foundations counting each speck knowing each name spelling truths in the sand he sang all you righteous pitiful fools look at the bottom of your filthy soles i've got news for you eyes burned open wide stained hands thudded stones to earth unspent go on and walk away free and uneasy now walk the way of peace from now on Peace ~ Rene *Previously published and reworked for d'Verse Poets Open Link Night

Image: ParkeHarrison Magpie Tales when the dark presses faith scatters like paper lit on fire courage rises and pratfalls darkly down waxed hospital corridors prayers soaked in sour wine blister the tongue unanswered the body a vessel the soul a marionette hijacked, voiceless help me if you can reach me here i am Rene~March 2012 for d'Verse Poets "The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli

Image credit: Duane Michals Magpie Tales look at them just look at them oh that beautiful pair the them, the they the sum total of a celestial equation but who am i now that i'm alone by myself i'm too afraid to know but... that i do i am what i am a victim of a time jester's truth a crone, a nobody tossed overhead smashed underfoot superstition's deathbed bride seven white candles burning bright a puff of breath a ring of fire a cracked mirror, mirror crazed, silent yet still i am alive Rene ~ March 2012

who are these calm anonymous twisters always busy with their business fixing fixes there and here tending tightening every gear why do they work so very briskly wrestling time and weighty wrenches is it the sunset that they fear or that the end is never near Rene - March 2012 For Magpie Tales Image Credit: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison